Such a shame
Poor kid died when he was sixteen
And people remember his funeral
Better than they remember his name
His casket was made of mirrors
And in watching it carefully
Everyone felt dead themselves

Twilight approached
The last rays of the sun bounced off of the coffin
And into the eyes of the attending
Who saw, for the first time in their lives
The world in reverse

Folks bowed their heads to avoid the sight
Almost as if to mourn this boy
And as his body was lowered into its early grave
The beauty of the scene gripped them all
One thought claimed their absent minds:

“I hope my funeral can be like this…”

The priest, a prisoner himself to this irony
Could not recall the sermon he had prepared
And could think of nothing to do
But announce the senselessness of the situation
“Death brings hope… How strange.”
Each word bounced off of the child’s coffin
And into the ears of the attending
Who heard, for the last time, the words in reverse
And in a perfect end to the ceremony
They all shrieked in fear of themselves.

06/22/2009

Author's Note: It's a joke. Get it? :-)

Posted on 06/23/2009
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